I cant know what Im bout to do
I cant know what Im bout to do
Im what the fuck happens
I cant know what Im bout to do
Im what the fuck happens
I cant know what Im bout to do
Ive got the powers that B
Running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
Im what the fuck happens when shit happens
When a fuck gives under no circumstances
Off your clock shit memory persist a clock shit
Lick lick a shot, shits cracking
Im when shit happens, cause Im not acting
Like it like it or not, Im on that shit; youre not
Im this ceremony I gouge you til youre free
As my testimony to the powers that B
Powers that b
I cant know what Im bout to do
When I cant know what Im bout to do
Im what the fuck happened
And I cant know what Im bout to do
Until its too late for you
To steal my name, bow down on cue
Ive got the powers that B
Running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
The powers that B
Are running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
I got on my shit kickers
Smoke coming out my fingers again
Cant fuck with the physical world
Cause I comply with the powers that B
Im never over right now
My stretchers rollin, Im in the white house
The black light house, Im above this life now
Im above my life now
Im beneath me
Raised on short notice by the powers that B
Powers that B
Hook me, catch me, squeal me in
Gut me, hack me, crop your grin
Pack me, sell me, claim were friends
See me on the street, drop your grin
Squint your beady eyes and flinch
Like a sniveling sheisty snitch
Dont fret, I know youre just a bitch
I get paid by the universe
Morbidly blasé when Im not on display
Turn up my mic, your hair turn white
I get paid by the universe
Im on salary
You get no fucks from me
I run the company
On the powers that B
I get paid by the universe
Ive got the powers that B
Running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
The powers that B
Are running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
Im wearing black gloves through your mall, Im rich
You wanna check my pockets but—
No I aint shit and I like that
You want a statement, Im like, Whys that?
Your parasites showing, thats not my bad
Your bads pathetic, your bads your price tag
Your bads embedded in your lives, a white flag
A sterilized white flag, born, bred, and buried in it
Wears you like a cherry finish, keeps you valuable and shiny
Youre a shiny clown to me and the powers that B